Script. The Beast's shadow part 1.

Please be aware that there is some adult content in this script

THE BEAST:

TV FILM script By C.J.Platt.…..

MARY WILSON:

DAVE JOYCE: (THE BEAST)

JOHN WILSON: (SON)

GERALD CLAYMORE: (COWARD)

STRANGER:

CYCLIST:

JENNIFER JAMESON: (FRIEND)

SETTING: LOCAL WOOD AT NIGHT.

Background:

Mary Wilson makes an error of judgment when walking home alone, with troubling consequences.

SCENE 1:

MARY WILSON:

Why did I come this way? all I had to do was cut through the field at Johnson’s corner. Now look at me, wet through and injured.

Stupid me! I should have had more sense than take the long way round at this time of night, it is now ten thirty and dark. My

ankle hurts so much after I went over on it. I can’t understand why that string is tied to the trees, it is as though someone is trying

to trip me up. I can’t go back and I can’t go forward! I would make a phone call if I could find it. Stupid me, I’m getting so forgetful

lately. I know someone will eventually come this way but whom? what if it is a bad person, the local paper said that there have been

a series of break-ins recently. I’m getting paranoid, no self-respecting burglar would be in the wilds tonight; they would be casing

houses.

John will know there is something wrong when he gets home, also, he will be alerted when he tries to contact me by phone. All I

have to do is wait, but for how long?

What was that! my God, it sounded like a wolf! surely it's only a dog. OK, I have to get myself together.

BEAST: (Hiding behind a tree wearing a wolf mask)

Maaaary… Maaaary!

MARY:

My God! who was that?

BEAST:

They call me the Beast.

MARY:

What in hell do you want, Dave?

BEAST:

It isn’t Dave, it’s the Beast.

MARY:

I know very well who it is, and if you keep this stupid pretense up, I will report you to the sheriff again, so stop annoying people.

BEAST:

I knew it was you who reported me. All I did was a small Halloween trick, and you had to report me.

MARY:

Now listen hear Dave, I am tired and hungry so either go away or help me get back home.

BEAST:

I will help you, Maaary, I will help you to die!

MARY:

Have you gone completely mad this time? did the stay in the Institution not help you at all?

BEAST:

That’s another thing, you completely screwed me up suggesting that place simply because your father was the former

administrator, you bitch!

MARY:

Now listen hear, David Joyce, if you think you can intimidate me, you have picked the wrong person.

BEAST:

I’m going to cut you into little bits, how do you like that?

MARY:

You’re going to do nothing of the kind, I’ll tell you what you are going to do; you are going to take that stupid mask off, and go for help, I can see you behind that tree, you little shit!

BEAST:

That does it, I’m going to enjoy making you suffer, Maaary.

MARY:

If you try to come near me, I will break your arm, you know, I’ve been doing Karate.

BEAST:

I didn’t know that, what grade are you?

MARY:

I’m a Red-Belt.

BEAST:

That’s nothing to brag about.

MARY:

Oh really! What would you know, you’re only 130 pounds wet through!

BEAST:

I have a hunters knife here, Maaary, It can cut tin sheet!

MARY:

Yes, I heard you nearly cut your index finger off the other week, you stupid freak.

BEAST:

That was an accident!

MARY: (See’s a cyclist coming)

Thank God you came along, can you help me? there is a man over there with a mask on.

CYCLIST: (Looking around nervously)

What? are you sure?

MARY:

Yes, he ran into that thicket over there. Can you help me get back to town?

CYCLIST: (Starting to panic)

Err, I don’t know, maybe it would be better if I went for help?

MARY:

No, don’t leave me! he says he will kill me!

CYCLIST: (No reply and peddling away very fast)

MARY:

You bloody bastard! may God have mercy on you?

BEAST:

May God have mercy on you, Maaary.

MARY:

If you call me Maaary once more, I’ll shove that knife up your backside!

BEAST:

Why don’t you admit it, you’re scared shitless. I know you don’t have your phone, why don’t you ask me how, Maaary.

MARY:

You little creep. Did you steal my phone?

BEAST:

Yes, I broke in your house last night, I also had a shit in your wardrobe! ha, ha.

MARY:

You complete bastard!

BEAST:

I’m going to cut off you’re nipples first, Maaary.

MARY: (Notices a man approaching on foot)

Thank God you came along, Gerald, will you help me, please?

GERALD CLAYMORE: (COWARD)

What’s wrong, Mary?

MARY:

Dave Joyce is over there with a wolf mask on, he says he will kill me!

GERALD:

What? I thought he was in the mad-house.

Beast:

Now I’m going to have to kill you both! oh shit! bloody-hell!

MARY:

What’s wrong?

BEAST:

I just cut myself.

MARY:

You bloody idiot!

GERALD:

I just shit myself.

MARY:

God help us.

To be continued…..